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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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The Seer pt II

Summary: Hunter’s not quite sure what to make of the fake psychic who’s dragged him into this actual nightmare. But he does know that he’s not about to leave her to deal with it on her own.

Pairing: Pre Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Discussions of Order 66

Prompt: "Are you mad at me? It's okay if you are. I mad at me, too."

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I finally decided to write another part to this, and it's probably going to be slow burn Hunter x reader, if I can keep it up, lol. The next part will be them running from the spirits again.

The first time Hunter met her, it was because of Phee. Phee dragged him and his brothers to her shop, and honestly, Hunter didn’t think much of her at the time.

He thought that she had a cute face, even though it was covered in make-up. And he thought that she had a nice voice, when she wasn’t adding that wispy flare to it.

But that was it.

The scent of the shop gave him a migraine, so he kept his distance. Plus, Omega was a little wary around her, so Hunter was careful to make sure that his youngest sibling wouldn’t have to spend time with her.

He can’t help but wonder if all of that was a facade to make people want to avoid her.

Hunter had been genuinely surprised to hear that she changed the incense that she used, simply because it gave him a migraine. It made no sense. It wasn’t as though they were friends, after all.

Surprised…and touched.

People don’t do things simply to make his life easier. At least, not in his experience.

Still, if he had known that becoming friendly with her was going to lead to this…he would have stayed away.

“Hunter? Are you awake?” Her voice is quiet, and for a moment, Hunter considers pretending that he’s still asleep.

But he’s not that much of an asshole.

“Yeah.” He says quietly, “I’m awake. Why are you awake?”

He hears movement and he turns his head to see her sitting up, the thin blanket that he managed to grab from the marauder pooling around her thighs, “It’s cold.” She replies quietly.

Hunter sits up and looks at her closely. She’s shivering, though it’s not that cold. In fact, he’s totally comfortable without a blanket. “Because of the spirits?” He asks.

“Probably,” She pulls the blanket up over her shoulders, trying to stop the shivering, “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

She ducks her head, “For getting you involved.” She pushes her hair behind her ears, only for it to fall back in her face. Her hair tie broke earlier when one of the spirits got too close.

Hunter sighs heavily, and pulls his bandana off, “Here, use this to tie your hair out of your face.”

“...but it’s yours.”

“And I’m letting you use it. Don’t question it.”

“I…right. Sorry.” She quickly fashions it into a headband, and uses it to push the hair out of her face.

Hunter nods once, and lays back down, folding his arms under his head, “You should get some rest. I doubt those spirits are going to give up, so we’ll be running in the morning.”

“...right.”

He tilts his head slightly, there’s something uneasy in her scent, and Hunter frowns. “What’s wrong?”

She’s quiet for a moment, “Are you mad at me?”

Hunter immediately sits back up, “What?”

“It’s okay if you are!” She adds quickly, her eyes wide, “I…I’m mad at myself, too.”

“I’m not mad at you, copikla.” Hunter corrects with a frown, “Why would you think that?” The familiar mando’a word falls from his lips with ease and he internally cringes, please don’t let her know enough Mando’a to know what it means.

Even in the dim light, he’s able to see her brows furrow and her lips moved as she mimicked the word, though she doesn’t seem too inclined to rip his head off or ask him what it means, so Hunter’s happy to take the win.

“It’s…dumb.” She says slowly.

“Tell me anyway.”

She makes a face, “The spirits…they’re very chatty-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You can understand them?” Hunter slides closer to her, “What are they saying? All I hear is static.”

“All sorts of things,” She replies with a small frown, “None of it is nice-”

“Come on, copikla.” Hunter prods, “Give me something to work with.”

“They say it’s my fault!” She blurts, “They say…they say I could have saved them, and that it’s my fault that they’re dead. They say that I wanted them dead and I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”

“Hey! Hey, hey.” Hunter reaches out and cups her face, “The Purge wasn’t your fault.” Because what else could she mean, “And of course you didn’t want them dead.”

“But…they’re right. I could have saved them-”

“No. No, you couldn’t have.”

She stares at him, her eyes wide, and Hunter leans in to press his forehead against hers, forcing her to keep eye contact with him.

“Palpatine was going to see the Jedi murdered no matter what. If it wasn’t the clones it was going to be something else.” Hunter tightens his hold on her cheeks, “What happened, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have prevented it from happening. No one could have.”

She presses her hands over his, “...I miss them.”

“I know.” Hunter’s voice is soft, “Did you ever give yourself the chance to mourn them?”

She shakes her head.

“I’m sorry.”

She closes her eyes, “Yeah, well…Palpatine killed all of my people…but he’s doing the same to all of yours. So, I’m sorry too.”

Hunter feels a sharp pang, he had never been close to many of the regs. But they were still his brothers, weren’t they? “Well, there’s nothing to do about it, is there?”

“...yeah. I guess.”

Hunter lightly releases her, before he presses a light kiss to her forehead, and then he pulls away. She presses her hand against her forehead and stares at him, wide eyed, “I’m not mad at you.” Hunter says, “And I’m not going to let these spirits kill you. There will be no more dead jedi. Not on my watch.”

Something in her gaze softens, “...thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now. Come here. You can share my body heat until the sun rises.”

She regards him silently for a moment, and then she nods. She shifts so that she’s pressed against his side, and Hunter folds his arms around her, “Good night, copikla.”

“What does that even mean?” She mumbles against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing bad.”

#star wars #tbb #star wars au #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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phantom-of-the-keurig · 3 months

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Folks I may be a bottle of wine deep but I’ve made a very important discovery. You see I was sitting on my kitchen floor, as I’m too wine silly to do something strenuous like stand, and I thought to myself…

“Huh, who’s the anime weeb of the bad batch?”

I know what you’re thinking, “oh it tech of course!”

NO. Wrong. This bottle of watermelon fruitscato has opened my third eye and allowed me to see the truth.

It’s Hunter. Hunter is the weeb of the bad batch. The evidence lines up. The bandana, when he could just use a normal headband or hair scrunchie? He saw it in an anime and it looked super cool. The cool knife tricks? Classic weeb behavior, they all try to imitate the badass knife wielding antagonists.

In conclusion, Hunter Bad Batch is a weeb and he probably has bootleg copies of his favorites on his data pad. Trust me, I’ve spent years studying weeb behavior from the shadows, learning their patterns and culture. He’s probably got a Senator Amidala waifu body pillow hidden somewhere I know it

#this man is a WEEB #tbb hunter #hunter bad batch #the bad batch #thanks for coming to my ted talk #bad batch

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rosyjuly · 1 year

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galex sugar rush au because i've been hooked on this terrible show and i want baker boys pining and whipping up gorgeous desserts.

The whole thing had been George’s idea.

“No.”

“Alex, come on,” George had said, trying to catch Alex’s eye, but Alex had been looking away, handsome face scrunched up in a grimace.

“Be serious now,” Alex had scoffed. He had finished his coffee with one last gulp and sprung to his feet. George threw his paper cup in the trash and followed him inside, looking at the nape of Alex’s neck as they’d crossed out of the courtyard’s sunlight and back into the dark of the kitchen’s staff entrance.

“I am being serious,” George had said, trying to keep his voice low, avoid drawing attention to the discussion now bordering on an argument. “Listen, it’s fifty grand – think about what we could do with that money.”

Anyway, they’re watching the episode now with Alex’s siblings, piled too close together on the couch.

“Don’t you start it without me,” Chloe says, pointing at Alex, when the microwave beeps. Alex’s apartment is only barely bigger than a studio; with the six of them crammed into the makeshift living room it feels practically claustrophobic, a train carriage at peak hour. The old couch doesn’t have the stamina to support three people anymore and every time Alex shifts it sags and sends George and Zoe tumbling down into the middle, the two of them pooling around Alex in a tumble of legs. George keeps his hands in his lap, just in case.

“I’m telling you,” Alex groans, “you already know the result! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

“If it was a big deal you’d have fucking made something,” Luca says without looking up from his phone.

“There’s popcorn,” Alex tells him, nodding at Chloe who’s returning with two bowls from the kitchen.

“Albono, you’re the laziest person I know,” George says. He drags a playful hand through Alex’s hair; the bleached strands are soft between his fingers.

“I deal with enough food during my day job if you haven’t noticed, thank you very much,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t pull his head away though. He picks up the remote and presses play, which finally shuts everyone up, even if just while Hunter March explains the rules of the chocolate-themed episode.

“Aww, I didn’t remember you guys had matching little outfits,” Zoe clicks her tongue.

“George’s idea,” Alex says, reaching around blindly for the popcorn. He’s right. It was: but it’s just blue aprons, nice cotton ones in a deep navy color, big, practical pockets on both sides. George actually wanted headbands, too, but Alex took one look at the bandanas, and said it’s either them or him. It was an easy choice, after that.

George crosses his arms over his chest as the other teams are introduced. Most of them look smooth, in sync; he’s been trying to avoid stressing about how he and Alex will come across.

“We’re friends and coworkers,” he sees himself say on screen, over-articulating the words like he does when he’s stressed. Alex next to him looks almost bored, eyebrow half-cocked at the camera.

“I got him drunk enough to admit that he hired me because he thought I was cute,” Alex says, flashing a bright smirk.

“For the record, I don't have hiring privileges,” George-on-the-screen says after a guffaw. George remembered feeling caught out: it’s not like Toto hadn’t asked him what he thought of Alex after his trial shift, and Alex was definitely his type: tall and handsome with an attitude. And he hadn’t even bleached his hair back then.

“Oh, you guys were laying it on pretty thick,” Zoe says, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

George hums, crosses his arm on his chest. He and Alex look like as much of a well-oiled team on screen as they feel in the kitchen, leaning close together over the countertop, notebook spread out in front of them.

“I think we should do something a bit more out of the box,” George-on-the-screen says, sketching up the bottom of the cupcake. “Peanut butter, raspberry, chili – that’s done and dusted.”

“Why don’t we do a pistachio one?” Alex says. He draws the frosting, dots the top part of the swirl. “Pair it with some nice dark chocolate in the dough, some crushed nuts on top, hm?”

In the next interlude, Alex says, his apron clean, his hair artfully swept to one side, “He makes it tasty, I make it look good.”

George snorts, nudges their knees together. “As if it wasn’t you coming up with that concept and like, half of the others.”

Alex doesn’t answer, but he presses his leg along George’s.

George still can’t believe Jacques Torres was in the same room, that he tasted their cupcake and liked it – liked it enough to name them the winners of the first round, blown away by the richness of the frosting, the satisfying, salty crunch of toasted pistachios.

For the confection, the two other teams already picked ruby chocolate, so they settled on gold instead to set themselves apart. George isn’t sure how much footage will be shown of them – probably more, now that one team’s already been eliminated. But he isn’t prepared for the exact moment when Alex-on–the-screen says, “Why don’t we do ice cream?”, watches with avid mortification how George-on-the-screen immediately nods, face tense, mouth pressed in a thin line.

“I can do it with liquid nitrogen,” George-on-the-screen offers, already checking the shelves for the equipment.

“Those glasses are so funny,” Chloe says, phone pointed at the screen. She’s posting a story about it – George can’t wait to see the mocking caption. Better to focus on how silly he looks while he’s taking out the ice cream of the container, goggles and big, rubbery gloves on, instead of the immediacy he seeks to fulfill Alex’s every request. He’s never even used liquid nitrogen before; only knew the technique in theory. And it showed. The ice cream came out a touch too soft. Not even Alex’s carrot cake crumble could save it; the judges were more impressed by the flambéd bananas with the ruby chocolate soufflé.

But they went through. The girls exhale in relief, and so does George, even though he knows the outcome, has lived it for months now.

In the final round, they have to create a chocolate wonderland; whatever that means. George remembers the paralyzing fear he felt in the moment, blanking – but Alex was already sketching, his face lit up with excitement, hands moving in sweeping, relaxed motions.

“And we can do the ferris wheel with salt sticks,” Alex-on-the-screen is saying.

So they made a realistic Winter Wonderland cake; the fair in a cold, London December, covered in mud instead of snow. A large sheet cake with silky chocolate ganache, on top the barren trees, overpriced amusement rides.

It must look impressive enough, because even Luca puts his phone away, watches the screen with barely concealed attention. Alex-on-the-screen is making the ganache, pouring heated up heavy cream over the chocolate. When he calls George over for a second opinion, he’s offering the spoon, his other hand cupped under it for any spillage. George-on-the-screen is taken aback, blinking owlishly for a few seconds before snapping out of it and tasting. It was exquisite, of course.

When they’re done with the assembly and the piping, Alex-on-the-screen asks, “Do you need me to boss you around?” because George keeps hovering at the edge of the shot, fetching salt sticks and shying away from trying to build the freaking carousel.

“Mate, the editors really liked you,” George snorts, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I had good moments, too! Where are they!”

“Natural charm, what can I say,” Alex says, but he nudges a friendly shoulder against George’s.

It doesn’t even come as a surprise that they win. Their opponents’ cake was, well, cute, but lacked the kind of single-minded focus Alex and him brought to the table.

On the screen, he and Alex hug long enough that something starts fizzing in his stomach, hot and uncomfortable. He excuses himself as the music starts up and Hunter March starts thanking them for watching another episode, stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. It can’t be that obvious all the time, he thinks, because otherwise Alex would have noticed it already, would have said something. Anything.

When he comes out, Alex and Zoe are talking in the kitchen, voices low and hushed. He raps his knuckles lightly against the door. Zoe looks up, face sharp as she says, “I better go, I’m already an hour late to my friends.” Before she leaves, she fixes Alex with one last look that almost makes George flinch. It would be better to flee. Easier, at least. But Alex has always been kind; even if they hadn’t won the prize, if they hadn’t convinced Susie to invest in their confectionery, Alex wouldn’t just blank him.

The front door closes. The flat is quiet again: it’s just the two of them and the dishes in the sink. George itches to grab a sponge and occupy his hands; shoves them in his pocket instead.

“Felt weird to see ourselves like that.”

“Yeah,” Alex says, giving him a small smile. He doesn’t seem mad, truly. “Kinda insane to think about it, still, you know? Winning. Um, the money, of course. Our own place.” He looks down and shakes his head, smiling to himself.

“We make a good team,” George allows himself to say.

“We sure do.”

For a few seconds, they watch each other, the silence stretching like a taut bow. Then Alex clears his throat – George tries to steel himself for the blow, school his face into something neutral enough for the rejection.

“Um. Zoe said,” and he clears his throat again, “she said that I should man up – her words, not mine – that I’ve wasted enough time already.”

“With, uh, with me?” George asks with a valiant attempt to ignore the lump in his throat.

“Yes– no! Not with the shop, of course, just–” Alex scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, I’m getting this all wrong, just, let me–” and then he’s stepping in, cupping George’s nape with a hand as he slots their mouths together. George makes a noise that he’d deny on his deathbed – Alex seems into it anyways, he thinks – and presses closer, kisses him back.

#would i recomment the show? ehhhh #but it's fun and this is like 1.7k written in a few hours just because #galex #little fic #george/alex #idk my own tagging system but what's new!

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toska-writes · 11 months

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What about Y/N not liking their haircut because their bangs keep getting in their eyes? They want to keep their bangs long because they love the haircut, but they are highly debating cutting them off due to the annoyance. What if Hunter helps them fix it? Aka, him giving Y/N one of his spare bandanas to wear and push their bangs back, wearing it kinda like a headband.

I'm a sucker for big brother/dad!Hunter

I’m dying this is tooooo cute!

“Vision”

Summary: your hair has been getting in the way for maker knows how long, but your just not ready to let go of the style yet. I’m sure Hunter has a solution for that

Paring: Hunter x GN padawan reader (PLATONIC!!)

Warning: mentions of scissors but nothing else, WE 👏LOVE👏DAD👏HUNTER

Word count: 801 I wrote this all out and of course it got deleted and I couldn’t get it back but we pressed on anyways!

Notes: apologies to everyone else that requested the fic- I really should do first come first serve but this way I don’t burn out as fast if I want to write an idea right away

The damp noodles you called your hair fell in front of your face yet again as you tried to style them.

A groan seeped past your teeth as you pounded a hand onto the freshers counter.

The door opened with a whoosh when you stomped quickly through the havoc marauder searching for someone.

That person however was not in the cockpit as you hoped.

“Where’s Tech.” You growled at Crosshair who was the only other person in the ship.

He continued to clean as normal while you stood there before finally he acknowledged you and answered. “Dunno.”

Rolling your eyes you asked. “Well do you know where a pair of scissors are?”

“Hmm.” He though for a moment disassembling another part of his blaster. “Dunno.”

“Wow thanks Cross your so helpful.” You grumbled leaving to same way you came in with frustrated footsteps

“Anytime. Always happy to help Y/N.” He called after you. The words were drowned out as you made your way off the ship.

The light of the setting sun was bright as you squinted along the horizons in search.

The figures of Hunter and Wrecker seemed to be sparing basking in the last few hours of the day. Thankfully however your sights landed on an open tool box laying by the bottom of the ship.

Quickly grabbing them you turned and were about the make your way inside when a voice stoped you.

“You go swimming Y/N?” Wrecker asked with a laugh walking up to you. “Looking like a wet tooka don’t you think.”

An elbow to his side made his laughter quite down just a bit.

“I hope you don’t plan yo cut your hair with those.” Hunter added when his brother was finished. “Believe me it’s not gonna go well.”

Wreckers laugher started back up. “I remember that serge.” His giggles broke apart his words. “You looked so stupid with half your hair a different length and all in you face. Those long necks weren’t thrilled.”

“Thanks Wreck.” Hunter rolled his eyes before he returned them to you.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You asked with a sigh placing the scissors in Hunter’s outstretched hand. “I really like this style.”

“You know Tech would be crushed if you cut it. He worked so hard on that.” Wrecker said looking between the two of you.

“Come with me I got an idea.” You followed Hunter back into the ship like his shadow as he scanned for something.

Unsatisfied he continued to where his bunk was, pulling something from underneath he presented to you his brilliant idea.

“There you go kid. It always keeps the hair from my face.” A bandana sat in Hunters hand. The red was a little more faded then the one he currently hand on. The skull design was printed on this one as well.

You started at him for a moment before quickly pulling him into a hug. “It’s perfect Hunter! We’re gonna match and everything now!”

Hunter went stiff under your hold before adding. “Well if you’ll turn around I’ll tie it for you.”

The bangs were brushed back from your eyes and the soft material was pressed against your forehead when Hunter was making sure it was centered. Tying it securely at the back of your head you beamed up at Hunter.

“I love it!” You exclaimed running from the room to show the others. A prideful smile was painted all over Hunters features as he followed you.

“Oh ho ho would you look at that!” He heard Wrecker practically shout as he leaned against the doorframe to the cockpit.

“Now we’re gonna have to get you matching armor as well!”

You looked over at Crosshair expectantly before he glanced up and met your gaze. After a moment he said. “Now everyone’s gonna know you’re with us when you cause a problem.”

You watched him continue to cleaning while laughing “Guess that means that your gonna have to make sure I don’t get caught then.”

“It appears I have missed something.” Tech appeared behind Hunter silently when he entered the ship. He carried many bags full of all different kinds of supplies.

Turning around and taking a bag from his brother Hunter said. “Ehh nothing much.”

You shook your head smiling to your self as you also took another bag from Tech.

“I like the headband.” Tech added when you were face to face.

You smiled again looking up to Tech. “Why thank you.” You dipped your head slightly. “I also heard about when Hunter cut his hair when you were cadets and I was wonder-“

“I’ll show you plenty of pictures in a moment after this stuff his organized.” He nodded his head knowingly shuffling passed you.

That was definitely going to be something to see

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#star wars #star wars clone wars #the clone boys #the clone wars #clone wars #my writing #toska-writes #clone boys #hunter bad batch #hunter x reader #reader insert #platonic reader #the bad batch x reader #star wars tbb #tbb hunter

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bh-52 · 1 year

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Bad Batch headcanons.

Wrecker lost his eye fighting Ventress.

Wrecker was originally a lot smarter, but his wartime injuries left him with brain injuries.

Tech has a form of ADHD, an extremely rare diagnosis called CK syndrome, and is on the spectrum.

Hunter wears a headband/bandana because he likes characters such as Bardock, Snake, and Rambo.

Crosshair's favourite comic book characters are Deadshot and Bullseye.

Omega still sent Crosshair a Life Day card and gift despite him trying to kill her.

Echo reads bedtime stories to Omega.

Under different circumstances, Hunter would've asked Fennec out on a date.

Omega's extremely ticklish

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb omega #hunter tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #star wars head canons #omega bad batch

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monotone-artist · 2 years

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made myself and @sirenplush this so we can use it as icons!! (please nobody else use it. also dont tag as ship)

[id: a halfbody drawing of luz and hunter from the owl house. they’re in costumes: luz is a bat with a big bat ears headband, little bat wings, and a dark shoulder-length cape with blood-like splatters on it. hunter is a cowboy, with a cowboy hat that has a couple holes in it, a red bandana, a dark vest, and a magenta long-sleeved shirt. they have their arms thrown over each other’s shoulders and are smiling at each other, luz especially widely, with her holding her pointer finger up. they are lit with an intense pink light. the background is light brown with a lighter jack-o-lantern pattern on it, with a gradient that makes them orange as it goes toward the right, the direction the pink light is coming from. end id]

#the owl house #halloween #sketches #luz #hunter

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supersaiyanjedi14 · 11 months

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Jedi June 2023

*This was originally meant for Week 4 (Focus/Gathering), but a linty of life factors led to me scrapping my plans for participating this year. However, this fic is one I was determined to pump out, so I can still say I took part in this year's Jedi June. Enjoy!*

*SPOILERS for Jei Survivor

“Clear your mind. Let yourself submerse into the world around you. Become one with the plants, the stones, even the air.”

The young woman heard her master’s words with her mind rather than her ears. The exercise was after all meant for her awareness beyond her physical senses. Taking deep breaths, she reached into the Force. The scent of fresh air filled her nostrils, but this sensation was quickly overpowered by all she sensed beyond it. It was far more than just seeing or feeling what was around her; she was what was around her. She was the breeze blowing by, she was the towering cliffs and bottomless gorges, she was the trickling water in the ponds and streams, she was the grasses and bushes and all their roots, she was the very warmth radiated by the sun’s light, she was…the pair of hands excitedly pulling on her head.

Snapped out of her mediations, Kata Akuna let out a groan as she turned to face the interruption. The tails of her headband were currently gripped in the mits of a young girl no older than seven, her deathly pale skin and dull green eyes sharply contrasted by her bright red hair and toothy grin. Upon seeing that she had caught the elder’s attention, the girl started giggling like a caffeinated bogling, seemingly unaware of what she had just interrupted.

“Hylana,” Kata scolded, trying to find a proper blend of her frustration and amusement of her “sister’s” antics, “I can’t concentrate when you yank on me like that.”

“It was BeeDee’s idea” the girl argued back, prompting an indignant series of warbles from the small droid trailing behind her.

The man next to Kata let out a chuckle. At thirty-seven standard years, Cal Kestis’s face bore the signs of his strenuous years. Between his constant battles with the Empire, his efforts to maintain the Tanalorr sanctuary, not to mention fatherhood, his face was as weathered as anyone would expect. Regardless, he still wielded the energy one would expect of any Jedi, as the rigorous training he had subjected her and the other impromptu initiates to would attest.

“Did he now?” Cal asked as he rose to his feet. “And I’m sure he would only have given you that idea if all your chores were done for the day, right?”

“Yep!” Hylana replied almost immediately, her smile big enough to swallow a freighter. “Does that mean I can go play in the grotto now? Please?”

Cal sighed. Kata knew that Hylana would milk her wrapping around Cal’s finger for whatever it was worth. Kata didn’t want to say Cal and Merrin spoiled their daughter, but it was undeniable that they would let her get away with things none of the other trainees could ever dream of trying.

“Alright,” Cal relented, ruffling Hylana’s fiery hair, “But only if BeeDee and Kata go with you. And you need to be back by dinnertime, okay?”

Hylana perked up and rushed over to the older girl. “Can you come with me, Kata? Please, please, ple-“

“Hold your banthas,” Kata laughed. Seeing as meditation was out of the question for the moment, she got to her own feet. With her cargo pants, loose green tunic, bandana and the blaster rifle she slung over her back, she looked more like a bounty hunter than a Jedi apprentice. Not that anyone would dare suggest she was any less a Jedi for it. Kata had dedicated herself to her studies harder than anyone else on Tanalorr. Ever since she had first met Cal all those years ago, she had been dedicated to learning everything she could about the Jedi way; as well as how to prevent that way from being deformed.

Kata may have been young at the time, barely older than Hylana was now, but she still remembered her first trip to this sequestered world. More importantly, she remembered what her father had become. She clung onto her loving memories of her father as tightly as she dared, but she knew she could never truly forget what Bode Akuna’s obsession had turned him into. Focus was a critical part of being a Jedi, honing your senses and instincts so as to best heed the will of the Force. But that focus could not come at the expense of the big picture or how your actions affected the world around you. Obsession had turned her father into a murderer, blinding him to how he was harming others, herself included, even as he fought to protect her.

For all she had sought to emulate, Kata knew that she would eventually find her own struggles with such things, no better exemplified than the youngling running off with BD-1 scampering at her heels. Kata loved Hylana like a little sister, just as much a doting part of her life as her parents and Greez, and she knew she would do anything within her power to keep her safe. This was no abstract of course; Tanalorr’s status as a refuge from the Empire had demanded an obscene amount of security precautions, and discovery was both a very real danger and something they had had several serious close calls with. The first time Kata had been forced to take a life had been when Inquisitors had attempted to seize the Forest Array, and she and Cal had had to silence them to keep the colony and newborn Hylana safe. The one she had fought had threatened unspeakable things once he made his way through the Koboh Abyss, things that haunted her nightmares. Obviously she feared what may happen to those she loved, but she also privately feared what lengths she may go to keep them safe. How much would she be willing to sacrifice? How far would she go before she stopped?

A giggle broke Kata’s thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the intrusive thoughts aside and started jogging down the path. Now was not the time to be fretting on what-ifs. Now was for exploring the beautiful crystal grotto alongside her little sister. She made her way down a winding path until she reached a short cliff face, just in time to see BD-1 latch himself onto a cable that led right down towards the cavern entrance. Hylana caught onto the little droid and began to slide her way down. Kata was at the edge of the drop by the time Hylana reached the bottom and turned up.

“Hold on, Kata!” the little girl called up, “I’ll send BeeDee right back up!”

“No, it’s okay!” Kata called back. “I’ll take my own way down. Go on ahead, just don’t go too far!”

“Okay!” Hylana giggled as she and BD-1 took off. As much as Kata liked zipping around on the droid, and knowing that it was the faster way down, she found her personal route far more fun. Turning towards one of the ravine’s walls, she opened with a sudden sprint followed by a powerful jump. What followed next was a series of downward slides, heel kicks off walls, dynamic flying flips, and traversing a multitude of natural handholds she had all but memorized by now. Initially she had required a grappling cable to reach the most advantageous spots, but now all she needed to do was call upon the Force. It took several minutes to reach the bottom, but by the time her feet touched the bottom, she had completed an acrobatics course that would have made even the birds blush. Wiping the sweat off her brow, Kata made her way down the tunnel where the grotto lay. She was just turning her mind to the mesmerizing crystal growths of the caverns when she heard something unexpected. It was Hylana’s voice.

And another, unfamiliar one.

“-re’s a landing pad near the temple you could have used.”

“I probably should have, but my ship was acting up. That’s a pretty weird nebula I had to fly through.”

“Everyone says that first time out. My daddy had some issues too.”

“Your daddy sounds very interesting. Could I meet him?”

Kata’s mind went blank, then raced. Hylana talking to strangers was troubling enough, but a stranger who had flown through the Abyss? Had neglected to dock with the land at the blatantly obvious landing pad? Was lurking around in the caves? And he was asking about Cal? Alarm bells started ringing in her mind. She broke into a run and burst into the grotto.

“Hylana? Who are you talking-“

Kata stopped mid-sentence. Any other day she would have been enamored with the beautiful crystal formations that grew on the walls in a rainbow of colors, reflecting off the shimmering pool of water at the grotto’s center. But Kata ignored all that. Her eyes were focused on Hylana, who was sitting on a boulder playfully kicking her feet. Then she snapped her attention to the figure sitting across form her on another rock, a figure dressed in a black tunic and cloak- and seemed to burn in the Force.

In her experience, people dressed all in black with a strong presence in the Force only meant one thing; trouble.

“Hylana, get back!” she barked. Kata swung her blaster from her back and leveled it on the stranger, who immediately threw up his hands.

“Whoa, whoa!” he said in a startled and now clearly masculine voice, “easy there.”

Hylana was on her feet and running up to Kata in a heartbeat. But instead of jumping behind her legs, the girl stayed in front of her. “Kata, wait! It’s okay he’s friendly.”

“Hylana, back!” Kata repeated. She forced her way between Hylana and the stranger, her weapon trained on him like a hawk sensing it’s prey. “You, drop the cloak and whatever weapons you have. Now!”

“Alright,” the stranger said slowly, “let’s just stay calm. I’m not going to hurt anyone, I promise.” As he spoak, he undid the clasps of his cloak and let it slide off his shoulders.

Kata finally got a good look at the face of the black-clad man. He was human, somewhere around her own age, though with a lighter skin tone and short dark blonde hair. Aside from the color, his clothes were fairly nondescript, just a normal tunic, trousers and boots. What certainly wasn’t standard was one of the objects he removed from his belt and laid on the ground. A roughly 28 centimeter metalic cylinter with a set of ridges on one half leading up to a narrow-necked flattened emitter on one end.

Kata’s girp on her blaster tightened a bit. The last time a powerful Force-sensitive with a lightsaber had approached Tanalorr, Kata had had the fight of her life on her hands. If this guy was anything like that…

Kata stopped herself mid-thought. As the stranger rose to his feet, hands raised again, she tool several deep, calming breaths. It was good to be vigilent, but not paranoid. An inability to trust others had led to her father’s descent into darkness, and assuming the worst could only lead to so many outcomes. She thought backto what Cal had just been telling her and let the Force speak to her. She focused on what had actually happened so far. The man had cooperated fully with her. He had not harmed or endangered Hylana in any way. And as she took in his demeanor, she probed his mind for his intentions, anything that even resembled ill will. Nothing.

Kata wasn’t foolish enough to take a gut feeling at face value, but the Force was basicially waving a sign in her face; this man is no threat.

Slowly lowering her weapon, she genstured to the lightsaber on the ground. “Nice stick,” she quipped. “Where’d you get it?”

“I built it.” the stranger answered, still making no further move towards her. “If you want, I can tell you the exact details of the construction.”

“For now,” Kata breathed, “let’s just have you tell me your name and what you’re doing here.”

The stranger gave a reassuring smile. “My name is Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight. I heard rumors of another Jedi who survived the Emperor’s purges and was operating a refugee colony concealed in a nebula. I’m hoping to rebuild the Jedi Order and I’m hoping to gather as much of the remnants of the Jedi tradition as I can.” He let out a sigh as he continued. “So much was lost all those years ago, and starting from scratch is daunting. If this Jedi is here, I could really use his help.”

Kata regarded him. “Interesting story,” she reasoned. “One we’ve heard from a few would-be visitors on occasion. Not a lot of success.”

The man- Luke, apparently- chuckled. “The Laterro running the bar said much the same thing.”

Now it was Kata’s turn to snort. “That’s Greez for you.”

Hylana peaked around Kata’s legs. “If he’s a Jedi, we should take him to Daddy, right?”

Luke smiled at the girl’s comment. “I take it her daddy is the Jedi in question.”

Kata thought for a moment. Common sense would have said that being this transparent with a complete stranger would be stupidity of the highest order.

The sense she relied on, however, was neither common nor so cynical.

“I would hope so.” Kata remarked. Reaching for her blaster again, she gripped a thick cylinder latched to the underside of the barrel. Detaching it with a slide, she turned it in her hand for a moment before holding it up and thumbing a button on the side. With a snap and a hiss, a shining beam of green light shot out of the end, letting off a soothing hum as its emerald hue filled the grotto. “Who else do you think taught me how to build this?”

Luke regarded Kata’s lightsaber with awe, and his face turned into a look of satisfaction and relief. Kata could pick up on what he was thinking without even needing to use the Force. He was trying to gather what little remained of an order that had faced attempted extermination for over two decades, and now he had found one of the best leads he could hope for. Reaching down, he collected his cloak and lightsaber. “Would it be okay if I were to meet him?”

“Well-“

“Yeah! Yeah!” Hylana’s cheering echoed through the cavern. “You have to meet Daddy! And Mommy too! They can tell you all sorts of cool things! Right Kata?”

Kata looked from Hylana to Luke, and her mouth turned upwards into a genuine smile. “I guess you can come up for now.” She said with a hint of mirth. She then looked down at the little droid. “What do you think, BeeDee?”

BD-1 warbled for a moment, the rapidly shot off a string of affirmatives. He seemed to think that Luke was true to his word. As BD finished beeping, a different set of electronic noises came about. BD ran off behind Luke, and Kata followed his path to find a blue and white R2 astromech droid rolling into the grotto. Humored smirks adorned the humans’ faces as the two droids shared a spirited conversation in binary.

“That settles it,” kata said with an air of finality. She shut down her lightsaber, reattached it to her blaster, then slung the whole thing over her shoulder. “Let’s see what you think of Tanalorr, Luke Skywalker.”

Luke smiled, patted his droid on the dome and gestures towards the path leading back to the temple. “Lead the way.”

@jedijune

#star wars #jedi june #jedi #luke skywalker #cal kestis #kata akuna #oc hylana #bd-1 #r2-d2

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 2 years

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My Bad Batch Trailer Ramble :D

Of course the trailer releases while I’m on a break from tumblr XD

But yessssss it has finally released, and I. Must. Ramble.

I wasn’t too sure about the batch’s new look at first, but as the trailer went on it grew on me XD

It’s so much more colorful than their old armor! Really illustrates how they’re adapting to the civilian lifestyle and leaving their soldier lives behind. Super cool :D

HUNTER HAS A BANDANA THINGY OH MY YESSSSSS

It looks good on him, too! He even has it red like his headband lol

HER HAT AWWWWWWWW 😭

She looks so adorable like that!!! The greenish-grey color works so well :0

And I’m loving that her hat doubles as a helmet! It’s about time she had some protection—like how did she not get injured in season one huh

OMEGA’S WHOLE OUTFIT LOOKS AMAZING AND HER HAIR YES

And is Echo’s undersuit… red now??? I didn’t see that on any of the others 🤔

Why is Palpatine showing the destruction of Kamino in front of everyone??? Like that’s not something you need to be advertising bro

And why is Omega on Coruscant??? I’m so intrigued :0

This. Shot. Yes.

Scorch my beloved :’)

It’s interesting how he’s just standing there while all the other commandos run past. Either he’s thinking about something, or he’s in charge of them all and is overseeing their work or something

I’m leaning towards the former…

Hunter doesn’t usually pilot the Marauder…

Oh no. Did something happen to Tech???

WHERE IS HE-

CODYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HE IS HOLDING A KNIFE

WE ARE GETTING CODY WITH A KNIFE

THIS IS COOL

There’s also a possibility the knife could be Hunter’s… or maybe he’s fighting with Hunter

I was NOT expecting to see Gungi here, but I’m definitely not complaining!

I want to see him and Omega interact she needs more social interactions with fellow children 🥺

Oh wait I just realized there’s a limit on images nooooooo

I’ll do a part two then!!!

#tbb #my rambles #my sw rambles #tbb season 2 #sw trailer #this is so late lol

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bring-ezra-home · 3 years

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Bad Batch AU where everything is the same except Hunter’s bandana is a Naruto headband

#bad batch #the bad batch #star wars #Hunter #hunter bad batch #Hunter Star Wars #clone trooper hunter #naruto #please accept my humble rushed photoshop

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terrible-leviathan · 3 years

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In light of Tubbo basically yoinking Ranboo's shirt, hc that that c!Tubbo basically steals and hoards as much clothes as possible from every person he cares about.

A red bandana from Tommy

The iconic red and white shirt from Tommy (he has too many of the same exact shirt and he still hasn't noticed one of them is gone)

Tubbo sometimes wears it as pj's

He has stolen all of Ranboo's white polos

Ranboo was not pleased about it

Tubbo tried stealing Ranboo's suit but Ranboo always catches him everytime

Half of Ranboo's hawaiian shirts now belong to Tubbo

He stole a pretty scarf from Eret before she betrayed L'manburg (Tubbo still has it in his enderchest and sometimes uses it as a headband to keep his bangs away)

Has Quackity's red tie when they worked together under Schlatt's administration (Quackity didn't mind honestly. He thought it was endearing)

Has yoinked Sam's crown (Sam just made another crown to replace the one that got stolen since Tubbo seems happy with the crown)

Stole Wilbur's beanie after they secured L'manburg's independence (Tommy and Tubbo basically went into Wilbur's room at night and decided to wreck the place just cuz they could and the beanie was a war prize)

Stole Fundy's red sweater from the time they were dreamon hunters (Fundy has been complaining ever since cuz Tubbo already has the exact same sweater. Tubbo denies it ofc)

Ghostbur didn't really have sets of clothes considering he's a ghost so Tubbo just yoinked a bunch of blue from him

Tubbo has stolen 1 mitten from Niki while Niki just had the other pair (for the longest time, she thought the other one just got lost before Tommy snitched on Tubbo)

#probs gonna add later but ye #ur honor they're friends #mcyt #dream smp #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit #nihachu #wilbur soot #fundy #eret #awesamdude #quackity #bee duo #clingy duo

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

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The bandana (Hunter x reader)

I can't call it a headband because of how its positioned, so I'm going with bandana.

Wrote this for no good reason but I hope someone enjoys it! She's short and sweet and full of sexual tension, but really just building for the next part.

Part 2 is up now!

It started as a joke. A simple thought that bubbled to the surface of your inebriated being.

When the sergeant walked into the cantina tonight, your first thought was how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. The luscious locks, pulled away from his face, with only a few strands falling forward to give him a slightly rough, dishevelled look. But then you thought about how that pesky bandana would block your fingers path of exploration… and from there you spiralled.

As soon as he sat down at a table surrounded by his brothers you made a point of making yourself known to him.

From your seat, you adjusted your position, sitting on the edge of your chair. Your fingers travelled from swirling around locks of your hair, to pulling down on your lower lip, then to playing with the neckline of your shirt, and finally the hem of your skirt. When no advancement had resulted, you decided to be more direct. It started with quick glances, which turned into a doe-eyed gaze, and when his eyes met yours, only then did a playful grin creep across your face.

When you saw him shuffle his chair back to get up, you quickly turned away as if nothing had happened.

Soon enough, a broad form was hovering behind you: “Can I buy you a drink?” asked the man from behind your shoulder.

“Depends,” you respond, looking only slightly over your shoulder to acknowledge him. “If you can guess what I’m drinking.”

The man stifled a laugh, covering it with a cough, “And that’s your only rule? What happens if I’m right?”

“Damn, I took you for a smarter man.” You say with a slight scoff as you shake your head at him. “If you guess correctly, you get to buy me the drink.”

“And if I’m wrong, you pay for it yourself?”

“Ha. Nice try, big guy. If you’re wrong, you get to walk back to your table with a new drink to try.” you tut, turning your back to him once again to face your friendly bartender.

“And how will I know you aren’t lying?” he questions, leaning his forearm on the counter beside you and crowding your space even more than before. “That if I guess right, you won’t pretend I got it wrong.”

“You’ll just have to trust me, sir.” you say with a thick hint of seduction. Taking a swig of the bottom of your current drink you finish, “Either way, Jira here won’t let me get away with that. They know my order without a doubt. Hate to say I’m a regular here.”

“Can I take you up on that, Jira?” he asks the bartender. And with a quiet hum and small nod from the Ithorian, Hunter turned his intense gaze back to you, focussed intently on your stern profile. For a moment he was still, and then in one breath he said: “Jakkonian ale.”

With your mouth slightly parted you pivot your head slowly around to stare impossibly deep into the man's eyes. “What made you guess that?” You question with an imperceptible tilt to your head. But before he can answer you add, “Most men would assume I drink something light and sweet.”

“Of course they would. They’d use superficial clues, and make stupid assumptions.”

“But not you?” You ask with an arched brow.

“No. Not me.”

You lean over and place your body even closer to hunched over man before you. “And why not?” You question further, intimately intrigued by the tattooed man before you. Everything about him began to make you melt, but you stayed strong in your assault, putting on a brave face for the sake of your own ego.

“Because I’m not assuming.”

“Oh. So, you know better.”

“Well, I know you want to throw me off.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Beats me.” Damn this man. His cocky retorts had you spiralling out of control. Every response made you burn hotter with curiosity. You desperately needed to know more. Sitting there glaring back into his eyes, all you could think about was everything you’d never know about him. This was a man of infinite wonders. Nothing about him was ordinary or boring.

“So, you don’t know better. You just guess better.”

“Told you I didn’t guess.”

“You said you didn’t assume. Never said anything about guessing.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

“Hmm, then how did you know?”

“Secret.”

“Oh, come on. Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Fuck.

“Well. You were right.” You finally reveal, hoping to shift the weight of the intense conversation.

“I know.” He responds.

Maker

You started this evening fantasizing about the man before you. An immediate attraction that flourished in your half drunken state. The hair, the tattoo, his armour, his broad build. His bandana. Suddenly it had all become too real, and your brain had caught up with the reality you had found yourself in.

“Well. Thanks for the drink,” you say with a small but perceptible crack in your voice. The tension had built slowly until the lump in your throat was more like a boulder, and any air was completely obstructed on its way into your lungs. As you turned away from him and towards the bar you felt a wave of heat rush over your body as a deep malicious chuckle radiated from the man. “What?” you croak over your shoulder.

“Nothing,” he hums as he begins to turn back to his table. Quickly you spin around and grab his wrist. “Tell me.” you state clearly.

Before you can even regret your own abrupt movements, the sergeant pulls on your stubborn grip, making your body fly off of the stool you had previously been resting on and sending your body hurtling towards his own. Quickly he catches your form and steadies it only centimetres away from his own. In return you try to balance yourself, placing your hand on his solid chest plate and anchoring yourself in his eyes. With his hands on your waist and your hands on his chest, the two of you pause - holding breathes and remaining still - neither of you willing to make the first move.

“Hunter, we gotta go. Tech just got a transmission.” calls a voice from behind the man. When he remains still, the voice calls again. “Hunter!”

“Hunter,” you whisper with a slight ache to the words. The grip on your waist tightens.

“I-”

“Go.”

And with that, the man and his bandana were gone from your sights.

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